Apparently this is the second book in a series, but it came to me free so I dove right in. I guess I have been spoiled by great mystery writers (Tana French, Alan Bradley) or really fun mystery writers (Sue Grafton, Janet Evanovich), because White’s effort fell flat. The heroine, Bailey Weggins, jets over to an inn in Massachusetts in order to help an old family friend see about how she better market the inn to travel magazines. Unfortunately, the first evening she is there Bailey discovers the body of a massage therapist, Anna Cole, wrapped up like a mummy in one of the spa rooms. This leads to several suspects and a few dead ends.
The writing itself was not horrible. White does a decent job of describing scenes and keeping the reader following along, but there were some larger issues in this novel that I couldn’t ignore. Basically, the Bailey Weggins character is not well developed. There is no sense of self, no sense of anything under the surface, and definitely nothing profound. I like a female protagonist as much as the next gal, but Bailey, though supposedly in her mid thirties has all the sophistication and self esteem of a love struck teenager. I didn’t find her remotely likable. The mystery itself didn’t seem terribly well developed, either. A good writer will leave enough clues that even if the reader does not pick up on the underlying plot, when the novel is finished there will be the realization of, “Oh! That is why that happened!”
I wouldn’t recommend this book. My mystery loving friends would find it too simplistic, and even my friends that enjoy chick lit would probably turn up their noses at this one.